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Ryan Reynolds and I actually have something in common.

To quote him..."Let it be known at the outset, I am not a runner. I am a running joke. Waking up at 4:30 am and jogging anywhere from 11 to 23 miles has been nothing short of horrifying. Although, I've never given birth to a professional basketball player through one of my tear ducts, I can't imagine a worse way to start the day."

Couldn't have said it better myself. The crazy thing about that statement is, Ryan is actually going to hit the pavement (hopefully not too hard, gotta watch out for those bleeding nipples -- read the article) and run the New York Marathon on November 2.

He does say... "Finally, if you happen to be in New York on November 2nd, come down and watch. Feel free to bring a smile, automated defibrillator, or a fresh set of nipples." So I'm taking that as a personal invitation and may just have to go and see Ryan run. Goo Ryan gooo!

My hump, my hump...

Happy Hump Day and what I like to refer to as "Please get over Day."

Lots going on, but had a moment this morning. I decided to walk to work before it gets too chilly and I can't anymore. It takes about 45 minutes, and since I had to be in by 6:45 am, I had an early start. I was walking, listening to Dave of course and saw two things that caught my attention:

1. Carnegie Hall. Just there as I walked. Very cool to walk by it at 6:15 in the morning and be like, "Oh just walking by Carnegie as I walk to work in the fabulous city that is New York."

2. Hooters on 56th & Broadway had a special message on their sign that read: WELCOME FOREIGN DELEGATES. Turns out foreigners enjoy Hooters just as much as Americans.

You Better Shape Up

Hello my folks - it's been a while! I've been slammed at work and frankly...too lazy to sign on at night (also don't have "real" internet). So here we are...with me and some news.

First off...the Bengals are 0-5 and if tonight continues the way it should, I'll be 5-0 in my fantasy league. This mixed bag of emotions got me into some drinking trouble Sunday which got me into even more trouble this morning where I found myself with a pounding head and upset tummy. However, since I work in PR, I am going to spin this negative into a jaw-dropping positive. My misfortune led to a few small steps of hearty fun.

So I drank too much on Sunday because my team can't pull a win. IF I hadn't drank so much and ate so little, I wouldn't have felt like I'd been hit by a bus this morning. Which means, I wouldn't have gotten off the train a stop too early because I was about to make myself a very uncool New Yorker. Which means, I wouldn't have stopped at Cafe Metro for a bagel and Gatorade to cure my killer of a headache and tummy yowling. Which means I wouldn't have walked by the GM Building (59th & 5th) to hear the songbird voice of Olivia Newton-John as she sang, "Hopelessly Devoted to You."

Turns out she is hopelessly devoted to an Australian breast cancer charity. She talked all about it on the Early Show this morning while I passed by, chowing on a cinnamon-raisin bagel. I could see her very clearly. I can't say that her "Grease" singing soothed my tummy, but I can say I did begin to feel better after she crooned. However, I was also downing an orange Gatorade at the time. Electrolytes are amazing.

On another note...Heather and I went and saw "Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist" Saturday night. Our inappropriate crush on Michael Cera has grown three-fold. Cute movie. Cute boy. Just cute.

When I manage to get another lunch hour sometime in the near 10 years, I will post some more. I have some collective thoughts on New York now, such as:

• New York is great because as much as you are constantly told to be "street smart" and to watch your back for "pick-pocketers," no one would ever dare to take the money from a homeless man and/or struggling musicians in the subway playing drums on a trash can. Even if you can clearly see $10s and $20s in their coffee cans and/or open guitar cases. Funny that way.

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Dane-gerous

So I had a little heart palpitation moment on the way to work this morning. For only half a block or so, I was walking behind a Dane Cook look-a-like. To clarify, a Dane Cook pre-haircut, circa Mr. Brooks look-a-like. Now I know it was not the real deal -- well, because, hello -- but also because he was wearing a sleeveless T and had tats (tribal tats to be specific, ill). That's not very Dane-esque, but I'm saying there was a resemblance.

Regardless, he stopped at one of those breakfast cart things and I kept trucking. But had it been Dane, breakfast would have called my name, there would have been some witty banter while waiting in line for a bagel and then the inevitable of him falling for me Good Luck Chuck-style would have happened. Just putting that out in the universe.

Editor's note

I just received an email from my father, stating that I had wrongly identified the non-Bills fan (see entry below). This is funny because a) I identified my brother Scott as the non-Bills fan (he's in the tye-die) and b) read over this a million times and never caught it. It is the guy to the far LEFT that is the non-Bills fan and therefore not a McLean.

Thank you Fasha...without you, I am dyslexic! :)

4-0, 0-4

What a weekend of football.

For college...three of the top five AP ranked teams were upset and overall, a total of nine ranked teams lost, six of them to unranked teams. Craziness.

As for the NFL...the once Buffal-uh-oh Bills are now the Buffal-4-and-0 Bills. My fausha and brothers were at the Rams game (who just fired their head coach after the loss), and had a 4-0-tastic time. I'm happy for my crazy Buffalo fan Scott (in the tye-dye) because as he said it best, they haven't been this good since he was twelve. He is now 28.

Please note the only person in the picture above (far left) not wearing a Bills shirt is not a McLean. I'm just sayin.

On the Bengals front...not so good. Actually, quite the exact opposite of the Bills, as we are currently sitting at 0-4. Maybe I have to wait 16 years for a 4-0 start as my brother did.

As for Fantasy...the Manhattan Mamas are 4-0 and the only undeated team in my league. What, what?

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I heart Altar Boyz.

Now, if you know me, you might have heard me say that once before in my CCD days but this time I'm talking about the hilarious off-Broadway musical about a struggling Christian boy band from Ohio trying to make it in the Big Apple.

Yesterday Carls and I went to see the boyz get down with G.O.D. at the New World Stage Theater. With songs lyrics like "Girl, You Make Me Want to Wait" and "Jesus Called Me on My Cell Phone" you know good times were had.

And the icing on the cake? I got to see my SYTYCD crush Neil Haskell break it down in person...flips and all, yay!

Regardless, if you are looking for 90-minutes of full out fun, this is the show for you. Go in peace.